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The Deal
‘Jemmy was always looking for a next move’
She opened the salon last year and it was going swimmingly. She might say too swimmingly. Others never would because they saw the place busy, there was a long waiting list for appointments, the salon was prime spot located on Park Lane and it and Jemmy were about as cool as you enjoyed in Poynton but Jemmy was Jemmy and if you knew Jemmy like Jemmy knew Jemmy then…
There always should be a next new thing.
So what could she do about it?
Don’t ask - too late already.
Jemmy was already doing something about it. What it was was this. 12 months in the salon could use a spruce up of the decor, a stylistic upgrade on the classic men’s barber’s black and white glossy prints-style portraits of differing women and their cuts she went for when opening which were a private joke, an ironic less-is-more comment on the world of hairdressing and more pertinently the world of the village of Poynton.
So today she chatted with the owner of the cafe two doors along Park Lane. Toni was of Italian extraction and his cafe, Toni’s, was decorated with pictures from the old country and Jemmy was interested to know where he got the images of Lake Garda that were imitations of frescos.
They drank coffee Toni brought down in a silver pot from the cafe, 9am, a half an hour before Jemmy’s first clients would be here.
Toni said, ‘I have an idea.’
He sat on one of the chairs Jemmy’s clients sat on to have their hair done by Jemmy’s coiffeurs.
‘Go on,’ she said.
He was looking around the salon; he was looking at the black and white glossy prints of the various headshots of various women’s hairdos.
He was doing this and he was thinking about his dead sister, Bianca. Tomorrow was the year anniversary of her death. Of her being found dead in her apartment on Burton Drive, near the village post office.
She was 24 and all of her life ahead of her to live and she was no longer here. The only person who knew why - how - she really died so young was Jemmy.
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